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I've been with Hansen Fullerton for seven years. One day, he tells me he's sick of me and dumps me for a younger, more vivacious woman. I don't kick up a fuss this time. Instead, I throw away my ring and cut up the wedding gown I've just bought. Then, I take a red-eye flight away from Gold City. His friends place bets on how long it'll take for me to return and beg for reconciliation. Hansen sneers. "She'll be back in less than three days, crying and begging me to take her back." However, more than three days pass without any news from me. Hansen loses his cool and calls me for the first time. "You'd better come back once you've had enough of this, Christine." All he hears is a man's low chuckle on the other end of the line. "You shouldn't have taken this long to pacify a woman, Mr. Fullerton. Look at how someone's already taken her away from you." Hansen snarls, "Tell Christine to answer the phone!" Landon Shore lowers his head to kiss me. "She can't—she's still out of it. I have to kiss her awake first."

A lethal neurotoxin had taken hold of my lungs. My time is running out. My mother, Sofia, was the most connected lawyer in Palermo, excelling in burying crimes and twisting the law. When my brother Vincent mowed me down and shattered my leg, she called in every favor to clear his record. My father, Tommaso, the most feared private doctor in Sicily, faked my medical files, branding me unstable and delusional, all to mold me into the obedient son they needed. Then there was Lina, only daughter of Don Vitali, my wife. She said, “We let him out for Vincent’s liver. What if he says no?” Dad’s voice went cold. “He has two choices: lie quietly on that operating table… or waste away in the sanatorium for what’s left of his life.” I pushed the parlor door open, steady and slow. My voice was flat. “I’ll do it.” Every one of them let out a breath they’d been holding, showering me with hollow words. They didn’t know there was no life left to threaten. I had twenty-four hours. By sunrise, I would be dead either way. Funny… now that I’m in the ground, why are they all crying?

As the only daughter of a casino magnate, I have grown up surrounded by danger and betrayal. To keep me safe, my father has raised nine bodyguards from a young age. After I come of age, he asks me to choose one of them as my fiance. Everyone expects me to pick Harry Hunt, the man I have secretly loved for years. But I do not—not after what happened in my previous life. On the day of our engagement, I was kidnapped, and my hands were pierced with poison-tipped spikes. Tortured and desperate, I called Harry for help. His response still haunts me today. "Victoria, stop with these games. Your location shows you're still in the hotel suite. Trying to pull these pity stunts just to keep me to yourself? Pathetic." With another woman laughing in the background, I closed my eyes and gave up. As the iron cage sank beneath the waves and the sea filled my lungs, my life ended. Then, I open my eyes and find myself back on the day my father asked me to make a choice. This time, Harry's name is the first I cross off the list. But why is he crying and begging me to marry him at my engagement banquet with Jeffrey Reed?

⚠️ WARNING: 18+ This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional manipulation, possessive relationships, and explicit sexual content. Intended for adult readers only. Read at your own risk. When 19 year old Elias moves deeper into his wealthy stepfather Vane’s world, he’s already hiding a shameful obsession, years of stealing Vane’s clothes, breathing in his scent, and touching himself while whispering “Daddy.” His cruel stepbrother Cyrus catches him in the act, snaps proof, and blackmails Elias into becoming his secret, unwilling lover. Broken and desperate, Elias drugs Vane one night and offers himself completely. To his shock, Vane doesn’t stop him—he takes him hard, raw, and possessive, awakening a hunger in both of them that can’t be caged. That first forbidden night is explosive: Vane pins Elias to the rug, fills him deep, growls “Mine” against his throat as Elias comes undone, crying out “Daddy” while Vane thrusts until they both shatter. Now Elias is trapped between two dangerous men, one who degrades him with threats, and one who owns him with terrifying tenderness. He should hate it. Instead, he’s starting to crave being claimed by both.

"What do you think that I won't be able to find who you are?" Krish strangles Ziva horrifying her "Please let me go...I didn't do anything, I promise that I will leave your place and go away from your life" she spoke with trembling lips, crying in pain "Tsk...tsk...You are late for that, I gave you a chance before but now I am gonna make your life a living hell and you will pay for everything...I will make sure that you suffer the way my family did" Krish whispered ferociously pushing her on the bed, starts smooching her in process bites her neck "Ahhh...it hurts, Please no...please, listen to me once" Ziva tries to get away from his hold "I will make sure to destroy you and your family, be ready for that, Ziva Parker... ******************************************* How it feels when you are ignored by your own family and later on abandoned in your own house ?? A feeling of anxiety, frustration takes over that ends in depression.... maybe or maybe not. When a feeling of loneliness takes over and you require attention, what will you do?? You would be rebellious, listen to everything they ask..so that they start to love you or you will choose to go with the flow and ignore them, making them repent for their deeds... ****************

On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?” I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?” He repeated, “Can you handle it?” My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?” That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn. Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought. Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over. When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.” I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.

On the night before Match Day, it's 2:17 am when I find myself staring at the screenshot on my phone. For a long while, my heart refuses to calm down at all. Ethan Blake: "Let's have a bet, guys. If Leah doesn't get a spot at Redwood General Hospital tomorrow, this will mark the end of our relationship. The starting bet is two thousand dollars. Is anyone following up on this bet?" Already, more than a dozen people have responded to the message with various emojis. Someone even comments, "Count me in!" I feel my nails digging into my palms. "The end of our relationship", he says. To think that Ethan actually used this phrase. We've been dating for four years. This is the very same man who once told me that he wanted to marry me. Is it this easy for him to end a relationship? I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down. There are still other medical interns in the staff room with me. I mustn't lose my composure around them. I know that Ethan is waiting for me to react how I did in the previous times. I'd either spam his phone with missed calls, beg him to delete the message while crying, or apologize to him in an extremely humble manner. But now… Now, I'm really done with this relationship.

"A slave like you shouldn't call my name. Now, address me properly."  "Yes, m-master."  It has been three years since Serena Laurel-De Silva left her husband after witnessing him having an affair with his ex-fiancée. Even though their marriage was just a contract, she loved Ezekiel De Silva and was deeply hurt. That's why she decided to be with another man who promised her love while carrying Ezekiel's child inside her womb.  But she never expected to fall into a dangerous situation with her new partner and end up in the black market, where she could have been sold to anyone. The worst part of her life was finding out that the person who bought her was none other than her abandoned husband, Ezekiel.  "Why did you leave me three years ago? Do you know the hell I've been living all this time without you?! How could you have a child with him?!" He drunkenly yelled at her, crying in pain. After repeatedly breaking her heart in the past and now enslaving her, why is he acting like he still cares for her? Why is Ezekiel behaving as if she is the one who made a big mistake by leaving him?

Ember had always been a cheerful and wild girl. She had cliff-dived off Amalfi’s highest rocks, raced stolen sports cars through neon Hong Kong nights,danced until dawn in Berlin's rooftop clubs, and changed boyfriends as easily as changing outfits. If there was a wild thing to do, she had done it. Yet, an arranged marriage tethered her to Alpha Ryker hale the living textbook of rigidity and order. Ember had tried to make him love her, tried to break his cold face, tried to get even the tiniest of emotion on his cold face all to a dead end. But an unexpected discovery broke her. Her husband childhood sweetheart is back! And just like that Ember saw his emotionless husband going crazy just for her. She saw him giving all his emotions and love to her. Ember suddenly realised, it wasn't that he was emotionless but he just didn't love her. And a plot twist? He married her just to protect his lover. But just when she gave up on him and divorced him. He crawled back on his knees crying “Ember am sorry, please take me back.“ But Ember valen had always be one to pay eye for an eye. Will she accept him back? Find out in this fantastic story.

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”